Memories, and why they'll rot you
This appreciation of life is a three stage process and this is how it gets to you. You reminisce. You think of time and its way. You think of your own life. It's inevitable.
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Go ahead, kill yourself
To call a man who takes his own life a criminal is the biggest crime of all, for if he hasn't the freedom to do what he wants with what is definitely his own property and no one else's, then he might
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What you have to do to be a writer
Books are deceptive.
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Woman, the root of all evil
Guys are superior to broads. They are physically stronger. They needed to be. That's nature's way. Broads are superior to guys. They possess the power of motherhood. That's nature's way, too.
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No such love as gay love
Our civilization has developed through the natural process of reproduction, through human male and female copulation.
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What you have to do to be an artist
Too many live by art but are not artists. Go for a walk through a park on a warm day and you might see men playing with a ball.
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Trying to understand
trying to understand you God without judging you tying things together, trying again&again to understand you. am i just here for your glory? what about my problems,
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Purple Heart Fatigue
Driving myself to the neighborhood grocery store, I pulled in to the same old spot as usual, put the car in ‘park’ and turned off the ignition.
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Summer Rain
The metal burns my hands as I tear it away. I snatch her up in my arms, holding her limp body close. I only hear the harsh buzzing of static as I approach the crowd. (edit)
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